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When I look above, I see their stretched faces
There are so many skin colors and so many races An enitre millennium fills the room And another millennium begins to bloom Oh, their horror, their terror makes me shudder! Not one word am I able to utter! When I shut my eyes, I wonder how those souls survive I am now pleased to live in one of Hell's cages Instead of among the ceiling of stretched faces Copyright 2004 Bernard Glass
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